Cormenzana always opens with the Ruy Lopez. It was followed by many similar messages, with little advice (Kotov vs. Pachman, 1950) and big (Make sure you hydrate). I don’t reply. I never reply, because . . . Because I don’t want to. Because we’re not friends. Because I woke up on his couch and my first instinct was to burrow into him. A horror story in fifteen words.
